The room is small, a tomb of brick,
your shadow kneels beside.
I taste the name you never said,
the wound you never tried.
There’s scripture on your collarbone,
and blood beneath the rhyme
I came to find you faithfully,
And lost my way in time.

Glory to my hunger,
Glory to my sin,
The Lord is done with mercy now,
so let the night come in.

The priest has sold his silver cross,
the choir lost its key,
the serpent hums the minor chords
that keep you close to me.
Your breath becomes a covenant,
your silence, holy wine
I drink it in the dark again,
and call the thirst divine.

The gospel burns its parchment,
the angels lose their tongue,
I hear the Word return to dust
it’s there our song is sung.
No kingdom left to promise us,
no crown to make amends
just the quiet of reflection.
and the want that never ends.

Glory to my hunger,
Glory to my sin,
The Lord is done with mercy now,
so let the darkness in.